Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uruguay and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jacques Brel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Reuben Wilson,
Faraquet,
Faust,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Connie Case,
Gang Starr,
Scan 7,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Adolescents,
The Vogues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra,
Jimmy McGriff,
JFA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Theoretical Girls,
Model 500,
R.M.O.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
The Gories,
Interpol,
Hardrive,
Sister Nancy,
Roger Hodgson,
Flipper,
Arab on Radar,
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anakelly,
Depeche Mode,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits,
Ituana,
Joe Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Shadows of Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Cecil Taylor,
Cameo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moody Blues,
Index,
Animal Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABC,
Television Personalities,
Black Sheep,
Oneida,
Kool Moe Dee,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.